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girlbl0ggerxd · 7 months
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a poem I wrote about a past love
#poetry #poem #joandidion #evebabitz #franzkafka #dostoevsky #literature #darkacademia #losangeles #losangeleswriter
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currentpresident · 1 month
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In California is the dream that I might become someone that I am not; someone better. And thus is a drug best injected in small doses, because long enough and I'll realise the dream isn't true. Going home means I can come back anytime to this place, this promise, California, and find what I'm looking for - what I've always been missing. I'll never have to work, but only close my eyes and dream of it. I hate this dream, at times, but I'll keep having it. Sometimes I think California and my dream self are nothing but a nightmare.
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s-nh · 1 year
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Flower girl
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Los Angeles - Israel Emiot - Poland/USA
Translator: Leah Zazulyer (Yiddish)
Restless, searching, and suffering anew—
I carry a bit of longing for every doorstep.
How do you view yourself in that fresh landscape
where palm trees dress you in new green hats?
More than once you’ve outdistanced death;
but now he swims to the surface with each small swell,
as if one would rhyme bright with soul’s night
and Iberian lemon blossoms with Siberian sleds.
It is not your last labor, nor your final haven;
but say, as did the Creator on the third day—
It is good. It’s good!
Something is lacking, and much will always be,
but then, you see all colors die out in brightness,
even as they recover from their long journeys.
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willyjacky · 30 days
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My new single “America, Could You Save Me? (Intro)” produced by Yikii is now available everywhere! Your support means the world. - Will
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stuffydollband · 2 months
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Sonnet For Fake Punks
I don’t write songs for the LA queer scene
I write them for the dykes stuck in Junction
Not a note for the rich kids, so obscene
But every rat in the back gets unction
I don’t offer absolution to you
I come with pockets full of stolen fruit
If you shiver when the wet guilt soaks through
Perhaps it’s time to find a new pursuit
Lay down your guns, take a breath, feel the burn
Nothing’s ever simple when you’re older
Chase down the fun, face your death, wait your turn
There’s plenty of places that are colder
I don’t write for the coasts or the cosplay
I write music for the ones who can’t pay
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livduff · 3 months
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“play me black sabbath while i shed off these wings” (quote from my new song)
instagram- livduffmusic
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noellacope · 7 months
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New poem - this one is a little different but I'm still very proud of it
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peacemydawg · 3 months
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adyngraves · 3 months
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LA you’re making me into a someone I’m not proud of. I came here with kindness and compassion and hope- it’s all been beaten out of me. I am honking at people on the sidewalks and cursing the man eating out of my trash. I never watch the sunset over the ocean anymore, just the ice sinking in my drink. LA you’re making it hard to love you when I cannot even love myself. Who have you turned me into? I do not recognize. I don’t think I ever will again.
-AdynG
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throughscreendoors · 2 years
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glossolalia (6.1.22)
first coffee then onto logy
breakfast             tooth
cutting sidewalk corners
gummy       lawn strip
glass and shit and dead sperm
USB       unimpacted
lampposts coolly comic
sans   hazel the cat
pet bounty still outstanding     lost Ukrainian
passport seriously
a stranger
story
work at home today a day
collapsing colony like telescope
minding down
my inside    cats lap
cursive attention    hazel charges
Griffith palms
in Midwest tube sock
men inflate and flail
before Chryslers
in LA
lotion fill cracked fe et   
with light   water marbles
girlfriend cheeks says
her rabbit hazel
nibbled lawn       a grassy run
until the hawk
a long short
falling
       uncaught bullet
sky softens
a slow swallowing
twisted glottal
stop
come morning
more glossy
fascist headshots
in the mailbox
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girlbl0ggerxd · 7 months
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a poem about the bathroom floor & the love we made on it
#poetry #poem #joandidion #evebabitz #franzkafka #dostoevsky #literature #darkacademia #losangeles #losangeleswriter
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skilasophia · 4 months
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I Miss LA
I miss performing idiocy
I miss acting like a bimbo
I miss walking past robberies
I miss the industrial underground.
I miss racist Latinos
I miss transphobic Latinas
I miss bomb burritos
And dangerous horchata.
I miss Glendale Armenians
I miss ambitious musicians
I miss dominant costume stylists
I miss dating rich bitches.
I miss snorting coke with strangers
I miss feeling lonely in the summer
I miss spicy tap…
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s-nh · 1 year
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rockstarpuke · 5 months
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PREY - THE NEIGHBOURHOOD
As long as you notice I'm hoping that you'll keep your heart open I'll keep mine open too If you don't ask, I won't tell Just know that, just know that It all hurts, it all hurts just the same
Something is wrong, I can't explain Everything changed when the birds came You'll never know what they might do if they catch you too early We need to fly ourselves before someone else tells us how Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying
As long as you notice I'm hoping that you'll keep your heart open I'll keep mine open too So, so, I'll probably take you aside And tell you what's on my mind But you, you'll just keep it inside Probably tell me that you're alright
Something is wrong, I can't explain Everything changed when the birds came You'll never know what they might do if they catch you too early We need to fly ourselves before someone else tells us how Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying
If I run away I'll never know (What you want) And if you go then I'll never grow (I'm undone) Let me slip, let me slide (If you run) I'll be sure to let you fly
Something is off, I can't explain You know what I mean, don't you? Something I saw, or something I did that made me like this Could you help me? We need to fly ourselves before someone else tells us how Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying
So, so, I'll probably take you aside And tell you what's on my mind But you, you'll just keep it inside Probably tell me that you're alright
So, so, I'll probably take you aside And tell you what's on my mind But you, you'll just keep it inside Probably tell me that you're alright
I don't want to fight I don't want to fight I don't want to fight I don't want to fight
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petitegoose · 5 months
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California or Bust
I don’t mean to make a threat,
But so be it if my only way out is death.
You may see Los Angeles as a pipe dream,
But it’s the only place for me.
And so much more healthy.
I’ve never known how peace would feel,
Or even known if it was real,
Until I woke up in LA
And didn’t want to die that day.
I have never felt at home,
Until when I went to WeHo,
I know I could do so much more,
If living wasn’t such a chore.
If I didn’t have to often pass by these memories,
None positive,
I wan to stay far away,
In the middle of LA
Since that’s where I was meant to be.
I’d never need the cocaine,
I’d just be on those bomb weed strains,
And drinking at the bar with gays,
Wondering how many more days,
Until I’m supposed to go away,
Again, when all I want to stay.
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